More to life than speed

, a photo by naturewalker on Flickr.

There has to be more to life than adding speed to it. Running to catch our own tail leads us only to be dizzy and move in circles or spirals- no beginning and no end.
The colours are lost and the people blur out of focus. All that is left in the end is a haze and perhaps our attempt to hold the sands of time in our fist. The harder we try, the tighter we grip, the less we are able to hold.
Sometimes, hearts get shattered, and sometimes they endure with a strength they knew not they had.
So what do you do with the pieces of a broken heart?
You gather them, and decide to keep walking on. Gather more speed so you cannot see the broken pieces and feel the sharp pain. It may not become whole again, but it has the chance to give more, and take more. It only requires us to make the choice to do so.
The choice has to be made with complete surrender and total commitment. It may be frightening. And then... we must question ourselves. What is our ability to act in spite of the deep fear, in spite of the discomfort it may bring?
We may confront the Gordian's Knot, and know not how to open it. And then, like Alexander, realise the only way out of the knot is to slice it.
Slow down.
Breathe.
And live the life we are meant to.
No less.